Gaz always came into the medic with a lil scratch, cut, an actual injury, or just to hang out with you. This time, he had a scratch again. You was having the feeling he was doing this on purpose because he could easily just treat it his self. Or many he wanted it to be professionally treated? It’d still have the same effect.

in the process, you kept glancing up at gaz every once in awhile from his wrist as you kept treating it with wet wipes and medicine. He was smiling softly. Kept on.